Green Grass, Red Blossoms

“She has no one but me. Why do I still have to send her away?”

Five years later: “Madam, there’s a little boy at the noodle stall up ahead who looks just like the young master.”

“He’s not my father. I don’t have a father. I only want my mom. Grandma, please, let me go find my mother. I promise I won’t make her angry again.”